Page 20 of Isle of Beauty

Her hand looks so small in mine. Keeping them interlocked, I bring the back of her hand to my lips in a soft, reverent kiss.

“Would you tell me about him? Your brother?”

“He’s a storm. He showed up at my door one day about a decade ago, claiming to be my brother and set his suitcase down, then stayed a month.” Warmth spreads in my chest at the memory and I smile, remembering my brother’s teenage cheeks and his stubborn streak. “He’s all sunshine and nothing like his father.”

“He sounds wonderful.”

My heart is in my throat. What we just shared is special, fragile and to be worshipped, just like she is.

Suddenly, someone switches off the light of the theatre room. “Come on, mo cara. I’m not done with you yet” I say, shaking out the heaviness of the secret I just told her.

“I’d hope so, we haven’t even started yet.” She looks at me over her shoulder, beckoning me to follow her with sparks in her eyes and I do, gladly.

When I open the door to my flat, Lana walks to the middle of my living room like she owns the place, all confidence and feminine grace. She unzips her dress to let it pool at her feet. Her black silk thong looks like an offering, illuminated only by the moon shining on her.

The temperature of the room rises and my hands itch for just a touch.

Her nipples are taut, ready to be bitten and played with.

She’s beautiful in anything she wears, stunning in nothing but my sheets around her, still rumpled with sleep, and absolutely breathtaking while naked and looking at me like this, ready to do as I ask. Just the idea of it has me ready to blow like a teenager.

It’s embarrassing that I had to come in the shower this morning and before I picked her up just to take the edge off. The thought of her taste on my tongue is enough to have my balls tightening with the need to come again.

“Keep the heels on and don’t move,” I demand.

Fire ignites behind her green irises.

Prowling to her, I circle around her to observe every inch of her perfect skin, my dick begging to be set free. I’ve been half-hard all evening just looking at her. Being able to look my fill is a pleasure I don’t want to rush. I trail the tip of my fingers to her hip, the underside of her breasts and the tattoos on her muscled back and neck. Her pale skin is soft and smooth.

Her face follows me. I take her chin in my hand in a sharp movement and force her to look forward. “Did I stutter, mo cara?”

The small whimper she lets out tells me all I need to know and I snicker. My girl likes to be told what to do. Even if she’s not used to following directions, she likes it. I don’t want to scare her off though. I don’t want to fuck this up. I know what I like, how I crave submission and obedience in a partner. Not everyone can take it. Something tells me my fiery little goddess can take it and then some.

I’m not interested in telling my partner what to do in every aspect of her life. I want an equal who willingly submits to me but understands she holds all the power. The power to stop, the power to make me feel powerful and bring me to my knees. I need control but ultimately, it’s about being needed, desired, trusted.

The way I feel about Lana in a short twenty-four hours is far from normal. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I can’t deny she has my bloodstream boiling, my heart pumping too fast and my cock rock hard ever since I met her.

I plan on enjoying every single second of it. Starting now.

I sit down on the sofa. “Turn around and take your panties off. Slowly.”

Once again, I’m rewarded by the cutest blush of her cheeks all the way to the top of her breasts. She turns around, biting on her lower lip. Looking at me over her shoulder, her hands grasp the fabric on each side of her hips and with agonising slowness, she glides it down her legs.

The view is exquisite.

She lowers the silk down to the floor and steps out. Picking it up, she steps toward me and places them in my hand, making me groan.

I’ll forgive her boldness because that’s exactly what I wanted. I jerk my chin to the coffee table. The cold glass under her ass makes her shiver and I want to lick every inch of her skin, warming her up with my tongue. My face is impassive but I’m anything but unaffected.

“Put your feet on the table and spread your legs for me, mo cara. Show me how wet you are.”

My voice doesn’t waver but my thoughts are in shambles when she opens her legs and rewards me with the best view of her pink cunt, glistening with arousal, all for me.

“Touch yourself.”

Her delicate fingers descend from her throat to her breast. She pinches her nipples and gasps and I’m ready to blow already, my balls tightening with need.

She has me entranced. I’m the one giving commands, but she’s the one running the show. Her fingers trail down her stomach to her clit where she presses tight circles, making her toes curl and mine do the same in response. She presses one finger into her slick pussy, going in and out leisurely before adding a second finger and I growl.

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